Intricate interweaving of metal with metal,
Weblike patterns of crystal and thin
Brass springs, manoeuvring their solitary way
Along predestinate paths, petal-
Like in their delicacy. At one moment frozen
In position, then jumping to play
And poise themselves into elaborate
And complex arrays, each one
In Balanceing tension with the other, each
Arriving neither too soon, nor too late,
But in precision with the sun.
Gears that spin and turn and reach
Out in an attempt to control the time
Of day, compelling their unthinking hands around
As drying its face, until they to catch the hour, and sound
Its recent demise with punctual chime.


				             1977